ragnarsson

gudar gråtande

[mordreign]

we are not heroes, maeve. just psychopaths and murderers. 

for @rragnarsson

[agentxxvi]

Secret Avengers.

for: @rragnarsson ; @kazeph

[rragnarsson-blog1]

“ You’ll hunt me. You’ll condemn me. Set the dogs on me. Because that’s what needs to happen. Because sometimes truth isn’t good enough. Sometimes people deserve more. Sometimes people deserve to have their faith rewarded. “

[rragnarsson-blog1]

for @kazeph

[mordreign]

Beauty, violence War is within us We’ll be silenced Tomorrow we’re gonna be stardust.

for @rragnarsson

[rragnarsson-blog1]

“They say it grows so cold up here in winter that a man’s laughter freezes in his throat and chokes him to death,” Ned said evenly. “Perhaps that is why the Starks have so little humor. “

[rragnarsson-blog1]

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 　 ㅤHenry Cavill as Geralt for the Witcher TV series [ 2019 ]

[rragnarsson-blog1]

　 ㅤ　 　 　 　 ㅤ　 　The Witcher World of Netflix 

[rragnarsson-blog1]

[mordreign]

the way you laugh, the way you smile, the way you hold me like a child, you pray to me like I’m your sun, you kiss me high until you’ve done the way you make me hold your hand.

for @rragnarsson

[sansaeris]

pure times

[rragnarsson-blog1]

20 years after the events of Assassin's Creed Syndicate, 'Jack the Ripper' has embarked on a brutal reign of terror that shocks London to its core and threatens the very existence of the Brotherhood of Assassins. for @agentxxvi

[rragnarsson-blog1]

if I’m to choose between one evil and another, then I prefer not to choose at all. 

[rragnarsson-blog1]

　　 ㅤ　ㅤ　❝ Have you ever pondered the consequences of your actions, ㅤ　ㅤ　ㅤ　Jacob Frye? Or did your father teach you nothing? ❞ ㅤ　ㅤ　ㅤ　ㅤ　ㅤ　ㅤㅤ　ㅤㅤ　　―The final words of John Elliotson

[boozerman]

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim LE

Mods → Winter Overhaul [x]

[rragnarsson-blog1]

It was many ages before the earth was shaped that the 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 was made; and midmost within it lies the well that is called Hvergelmir, from which spring the rivers called Svöl, Gunnthrá, Fjörm, Fimbulthul, Slídr and Hríd, Sylgr and Ylgr, Víd, Leiptr; Gjöll is hard by Hel-gates. Just as cold arose out of 𝐍𝐢𝐟𝐥𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦, and all terrible things, so also all that looked toward Múspellheim became hot and glowing; but Ginnungagap was as mild as windless air, and when the breath of heat met the rime, so that it melted and dripped, life was quickened from the yeast-drops, by the power of that which sent the heat...

[agentxxvi]

I saw her once. I was a boy living with your mother’s family. Lord Whent had a great tourney at Harrenhal. Everyone was there. The Mad King, your father, Robert Baratheon. And Lyanna…she was already promised to Robert. You can imagine what it was like for me, a boy from nowhere with nothing to his name, watching these legendary men tilting at the lists. The last two riders were Barristan Selmy and Rhaegar Targaryen. When Rhaegar won, everyone cheered for their prince. I remember the girls laughing when he took off his helmet and saw that silver hair. How handsome he was. Until he rode right past his wife, Elia Martell, and all the smiles died. I had never seen so many people. He rode past his wife and he lay a crown of winter roses in Lyanna’s lap. Blue with frost. How many tens of thousands had to die because Rhaegar chose your aunt?